I feel Tate’s hand running through my hair gently. “Vi?” he says, almost anxiously.
Why do I have a feeling he wants something? I best make sure I don't look him in the eyes when he talks to me or I am likely to give him whatever he asks for! Those eyes are too much for me! He could easily manipulate any situation with them, I am certain...
“Yes Tate.” I look at him, making sure I avoid eye contact, raising my eyebrows, waiting to see what it is he wants.
“So….” He says, nerves are clear within his voice. Which I have to say I am finding quite adorable...
“Hmm” I say, trying not to let myself be sucked in by his cuteness.
“You know you realised earlier that we were… erm…” he gulps “were, erm”
I am trying not to smile. Anybody would think he was nervous to discuss this. I am just finding him cuter by the second. God dammit! “Mates?” I finished the sentence for him. Looking at him, his big, dark eyes were focused on mine. Shit! I didn't mean to look at his eyes! Oh they are so gorgeous.
